as i walked home from the cafe i'd looked at my receipt just to notice writing on the back.
(***) *** ****
-minho, call me.
my heart stopped and the corners of my mouth curved up into a smile.
that smooth motherfucker.
my heart started beating again at a rapid speed and i walked further to my house.
i saw the front of my house approaching. i lived by a set of apartments where trainees would live but i'd never thought about this happening.
i saw minho and some of his trainee friends chatting out front.
he spotted me and waved.
i waved back and unlocked my door to head in.
"he lives next door." i mumbled to myself then let out a groan.
"of course it's going to be harder to let him go then." i sighed and sat down on my couch.
the click of the TV came on and i spent my hours watching netflix.
i stepped into the shower, the warm beads hitting my skin as a sigh escaped my lips for the millionth time that day.
i thought a lot of things to myself as i took my shower.
most of them containing minho.
why is it so hard to just forget him?
